The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

After hesitating for a long time, one person stepped forward timidly and agreed. With one person taking the lead, several others followed.

After a while, the King of Chu sneered when he saw that no one came forward.

"Since you believe so much in the doctrine of destiny, then go and build me a tower to ascend to heaven. When you have completed it, I will report it to the heavens. If you do, I will personally issue an edict of apology."

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of those people turned pale instantly. What did His Majesty say to ask them to build the tower?

And why did His Majesty actually say that he would issue an edict of repentance? This was indeed what they wanted, but it always felt wrong.

"By the way, to show your sincerity, I'd like to trouble you to do it yourself. This way, perhaps it will be more effective."

Now some people reacted and began to cry and beg His Majesty to revoke the order, and some others also began to plead.

"Why? You guys want to go too?"

These words frightened those who were begging for mercy so much that they dared not speak again, and the King of Chu ordered his men to come forward.

The people who were building the tower were naturally not allowed to wear official uniforms anymore. Several of them were stripped of their official uniforms and hats in public and dragged away.

"Your Majesty, you cannot treat our old ministers like this. Your Majesty, you are chilling their hearts! Your Majesty..."

Bah, Jin Shourong spat in his heart, what a thing.

He is almost an old minister or a traitor!

The Emperor of Chu looked at Duan Jing'an with a look of satisfaction. This was truly his good subject. The Emperor of Chu felt his headache was gone and he felt refreshed.

After the court session, the left prime minister, Guo Youqi and Ding Haimo were all ready to bring Duan Jing'an over for a thorough questioning.

But he didn't know that the Emperor of Chu would intervene halfway.

"Master Duan, please come this way."

Eunuch Xiao came over with a bright smile to invite Duan Jing'an. He had not had a good time these past two days. If the emperor was not having a good time, he would not have an easy time either.

Xiao Degui thought that His Majesty would lose his temper again at the morning court today, and he was so scared that he almost couldn't stand.

Now it’s all right. As long as His Majesty is fine, he will be fine too.

Xiao Degui's smile became even brighter. Duan Jing'an apologized to several people and followed Eunuch Xiao away.

The Emperor of Chu had been waiting in the inner hall for a long time. There was food on the table, and he drank the lotus seed soup in a very good mood.

Duan Jing'an entered the room and bowed, and the Emperor of Chu quickly asked him to stand up and sit down.

Looking at the breakfast on the table, Duan Jing'an felt a little empty in his stomach.

"Sit down, someone will serve you a meal."

Duan Jing'an knelt down to express his gratitude, and then quietly ate his meal at the small table.

When the Emperor of Chu put down his chopsticks, Duan Jing'an also stopped and took the handkerchief and clean water handed to him by the palace maid.

"Have you used it yet?"

The Emperor of Chu looked at Duan Jing'an with a smile. Duan Jing'an stood up and prepared to reply, but the Emperor of Chu asked him to sit down.

……

It was unknown how long it took before Duan Jing'an came out of the inner hall.

When Duan Jing'an walked down the ladder, looking at the stairs which were now covered with only a thin layer of snow but which was melting quickly, Duan Jing'an remembered what Mr. Guo meant by his hesitant expression in the morning.

It is ridiculous and pathetic that some people want to shake the imperial power with the power of ants!

When Duan Jing'an returned to the mansion, the imperial edict of promotion arrived.

"Congratulations, Master Duan, on your promotion to Master."

The person who issued the decree was an unfamiliar eunuch, and Steward Wang stepped forward and stuffed two bulging purses into his pockets.

"May I ask your name, sir?"

Song Shengfu stood up and asked with a smile.

Eunuch An was happy to receive the reward money. He thought that the Duanbo family was really generous.

"Madam Hou, please forgive me for being such an embarrassment to you. Eunuch Xiao, the Imperial Household Manager, is my godfather and gave me the name An."

"Oh, Eunuch An."

Song Shengfu made a silent gesture, and Suchun understood and stepped forward to hand over the reward.

Eunuch An quickly declined

"What are you doing, old lady? You can't do that."

Song Shengfu smiled and asked him to accept it

"Just accept it. You are Eunuch Xiao's godson. Eunuch Xiao has some friendship with our family. In the future, I hope Eunuch An can take care of you."

"What are you talking about, Madam? Godfather knew that Mr. Duan got promoted, so he specifically asked me to come and congratulate him."

Eunuch An accepted it reluctantly, and went back with his hands full, feeling very satisfied.

As for the silver in his hand, everyone who saw it could get a share. Even so, he still had quite a bit left.

"Fourth uncle will be the head of the team from now on?"

Kang Ge'er looked curious and clamored to see what was written in the edict.

Sister Wei also came over

"Congratulations, Fourth Uncle. I wish you continued success and prosperity."

Duan Jing'an touched Wei Jie'er's head, thanked her sincerely, and promised to bring her hazelnut cake tonight.

When Kang Ge'er heard this, he said he wanted one too. Duan Jing'an looked at him with a smile and asked him to say a blessing.

Kang Ge'er thought for a long time before he uttered the two words "Congratulations".

For the first time, Mrs. Lu felt a little embarrassed and covered her face with a handkerchief. Sister Wei was still one or two years younger than her, and Brother Kang was really not presentable to her.

Now there are some happy and some sad people in the capital.

"Now, even though I got a promotion, I've become a thorn in the eyes and a thorn in the flesh of others."

Song Shengfu carefully instructed Duan Jing'an to be more careful in the future in the court.

"My child knows, mother is relieved."

Seeing that Duan Jing'an knew what was going on, Song Shengfu didn't say anything more. She believed that one still had to rely on oneself to figure out how to grow.

"Okay, it's such a happy occasion, you should go see your aunt. I heard she caught a cold today, go see her."

Duan Jing'an knew about this and went to see it two days ago, so it might be a good idea to go and see it today.

So he retreated and headed towards Yaxi Garden.

"Ahem, why are you here?"

Aunt Wang leaned on the bed, her face pale and weak, but she looked much better than a few days ago.

Duan Jing'an personally brought the medicine and fed it to Aunt Wang. Aunt Wang turned her head away and asked the maid to take the medicine cup.

"Jing'an can't do that. It's against the rules. Let Lan Yao do it."

Duan Jing'an insisted, and Aunt Wang had no choice but to drink the medicine.

"I am very busy with work now and cannot be with you all the time. Please take good care of yourself."

Aunt Wang smiled and nodded, fearing that she had affected Duan Jing'an, she explained:

"The temperature suddenly dropped a few days ago, and I caught myself off guard and caught a cold. It's nothing serious. Just go about your business and don't worry about me."

"What are you talking about? I'm just worried about your health. If there's anything wrong, please ask the palace doctor to come and take a look."

"I know, I know. I haven't congratulated you on your promotion yet. Our An Ge is really amazing."

Aunt Wang was a little proud. Her child was so outstanding that she had no regrets in her life.

Duan Jing'an had become immune to praise, but when he heard his aunt say this, he still felt a sense of pride of being affirmed.

But he is only nineteen years old, and his mind is not that mature. It is already good enough that Duan Jing'an can control his inner joy.

After chatting for a while, Duan Jingan left.

According to convention, he had to submit a memorial. Duan Jing'an felt a headache when he thought about it. This was the most torturous thing for him.

His writing was not very good, so every time he submitted a memorial, it would be rejected by the emperor, who would either say that his sentences were not concise enough or that his word choice was inappropriate.

Each proposal has to be reviewed several times before it can be implemented.